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Oct 2015
“Dad, will you buy me a chocolate?”
Such disappointment on his face.
Or was it despair?
“Not ‘till you eat all the jam that mom made.”
And so I did.
Every day.
But the jam just wouldn’t go away

“Mom, why do we eat the same meal every day?”
“So the food doesn’t go to waste,
now have some of this humanitarian aid.
It’s not expired,
don’t be afraid.”

But no one ever dared to say that
My first chocolate was years away.
I am sorry if my chocolate question
caused any pain.
Didn't have my first chocolate until I was 5-6, because of the ongoing war in my country back then. This chocolate question is one of my earliest memories. I still remember my father's face when I asked that, and it almost makes me hate myself I ever asked that question.
Nameless One
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       Lior Gavra, Sumina Thapaliya and ---
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